“May my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living.”

Whenever you think or you believe or you know, you’re a lot of other people: but the moment you feel, you’re nobody-but-yourself.

I’d rather learn from one bird how to sing than to teach ten thousand stars how not to dance.

I’d rather have two good friends, than 500,000 admirers.

May my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living.

I’d rather learn from one bird how to sing than to teach ten thousand stars how not to dance.

I’d rather have two good friends, than 500,000 admirers.

Here’s to opening and upward… and to yourself and up with you and up with and up with laughing.

Here’s to opening and upward… and to yourself and up with you and up with and up with laughing.

Someone asked me what home was and all I could think of were the stars on the tip of your tongue, the flowers sprouting from your mouth, the roots entwined in the gaps between your fingers, the ocean echoing inside of your ribcage.

Here’s to opening and upward… and to yourself and up with you and up with and up with laughing.

America makes prodigious mistakes, America has colossal faults, but one thing cannot be denied: America is always on the move. She may be going to Hell, of course, but at least she isn’t standing still.

Someone asked me what home was and all I could think of were the stars on the tip of your tongue, the flowers sprouting from your mouth, the roots entwined in the gaps between your fingers, the ocean echoing inside of your ribcage.

America makes prodigious mistakes, America has colossal faults, but one thing cannot be denied: America is always on the move. She may be going to Hell, of course, but at least she isn’t standing still.

I love you much most beautiful darling more than anyone on the earth and I like you better than everything in the sky.

Someone asked me what home was and all I could think of were the stars on the tip of your tongue, the flowers sprouting from your mouth, the roots entwined in the gaps between your fingers, the ocean echoing inside of your ribcage.

The hardest fight a man has to fight is to live in a world where every single day someone is trying to make you someone you do not want to be–

When we look into the human heart we see the lust, the greed, the hate, the pride, the anger, and the jealousies that are so destructive. This is at the heart of the human predicament, and the Scriptures call this condition sin.

You can’t change someone’s behaviour, all you can do is remind them, and hope that Allah will change their heart.

Let us cleave to Christ more closely, love Him more heartily, live to Him more thoroughly, copy Him more exactly, confess Him more boldly, and follow Him more fully.

Don’t you believe true love can heal a broken heart?

She has constellations in her wilding soul, a soft-paced heart in a spirit beyond control.

I work at my garden all the time and with love. What I need most are flowers, always. My heart is forever in Giverny.

If you know what changes a heart, you know what changes the world.

Keep your mind open, your spirit wide and loose, the heart warm and kind.